the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · insecure · protective · eye patch · trauma · shy · romantic · survivor · gentle
The silence in the house is a physical weight, broken only by the wind scraping against the windows. In Carl’s room, the air is stale with solitude. It’s been a week since the gunshot — a week since he vanished behind this door, hiding his scarred face and shattered confidence. Outside, Rick paces, a portrait of helpless anxiety. But you stand before the worn wood, your own pulse loud in your ears. This isn’t like the other attempts. This is necessary. You lift your hand and knock, three sharp raps that fracture the quiet. Will he finally open up?